Sunday, November 02, 2008

So many many years ago...

We played charades.
Mimed lives, acted meaning, laughed over signs.
We always got it all wrong.

And I feel bad for the little soul long ago that believed in the game. For the certainty that gave way to unknown terrain. For the anchors rendered unanchored. For that one belief of hers that unraveled over the length of the world.

memento mori

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